This prison was on the borders of four different

This prison was on the borders of four different dimensions. The great bronze walls around the metal chasm had huge pipes tangled all about them. In my tiny cube-cell, I waited.

I don't know how long I had been there, months? years? Being stuck in an interdimensional prison had strange effects over my mental health and general wellbeing. I kept fit by

focusing all my energy into my left pinky. Being in a multi-dimensional prison, time had no meaning. WIth constant practice, my pinky achieved peak performance. I was able to

extract plasma from my nail and fire it directly at the electro bars that held me in the small, confined room. the bars shorted, my escape route now shown. Nursing a finger pain I

Being colour blind, I couldn't tell the difference so climbed up the ladder out of the blue hall and straight into a madium sized mall. Good job too as me slacks were tight due to

a mix up when I was doing my washing. I shouldn't have put my slacks in the washing machine they were hand wash only. My whites were also turned into a horrible grey. If only I had

bought that new laundry soap I saw Marie Osmond advertise just the other day. "Fifty Shades of Grey Laundy Detergent," Marie quipped, "will whip your laundry into submission!" I ha

-ha-hawed so loud that my software programming husband said, "What the Hell is so funny?" He asked in a mean nasty way because he thought I was laughing at him. I slapped my knee

and my leg kicked him in the shin by reflex. He fell down in pain, and then I started laughing at him. After apologizing until blue in the face, I couldn't remember what it was.